Psycho | Beatrice

23 | pineapple

friday

I'm about to sneak to the back of the house when I get the devious decision to ring the doorbell instead.  The door opens to Liz standing behind.  She looks pleasantly surprised to see me and embraces me in a tight hug. 

"Oh how are you, my dear?"  She asks while closing the door.

I smile.  "I'm really good, thank you."

"Are you going to be drinking too?" 

My eyes go wide and my heart begins to race.  I hear some footsteps come out of the kitchen. I notice Luke carrying some bottles. 

"Yes Mum.  We're both drinking."  He sighs.  "She's spending the night too."

Liz nods.  "Okay.  Door stays open."

I go and I open the basement door for Luke.  He leaves the door open behind him as we walk down the stairs. I stay in the main room while he goes to put the bottles in his room. When he comes back our, he turns on the TV and turns up the volume. He then makes a gesture for me to follow him.

We walk down this hallway and then he opens a door to a room with orange walls. It seems a bit cluttered but also organized clutter. It reminds me of when I was thirteen and trying to clean my room. The room is lit by the lamp next to his bed. I take a deep breath as he closes the door behind me.

"Welcome to my room." He says.

He sets the bottles down on the black wooden desk and he opens them up. I walk over next to him. I reach for a bottle but he grabs my wrist.

"Wait." Luke pauses. He looks down at me and grabs my waist with one hand. "Before you drink, we need to set boundaries. How far should I go?"

I hide my face from him and I feel my heart jumping outside my chest. "Um...I just don't want to have sex. Oh! And also if you could not...um...lick... down there...and I might say no but I actually don't want you to stop."

He nods. "Okay then let's come up with another word."

I say the first word that comes to my mind. "Pineapple."

He laughs while giving me a bottle. He takes the other one. "Pineapple it is."

We both tilt our heads back. I chug enough to be about three shots and I scrunch my face at the awful taste.

I go and I lay down on the bed. Luke climbs over me. I straddle my knees around his torso.

"What about you?" I quickly say. "How far should I go?"

He whispers in my ear, "You don't need to worry about that."

Luke connects our lips softly. I close my eyes and I enjoy the gentleness. I miss his lips so much. They're smoother than I remember. His cold hands grab my bare waist. As the kissing intensifies, his hands slowly sneak up. Just when his hands reach under my breasts, I remember I'm not wearing a bra. He slows down the kissing a tiny bit and I can tell he's waiting for me to allow him to go further.

I lean up and I push my lips heavily against his. I open his mouth and I slip my tongue in. When I feel his tongue, I immediately exhale heavily.

Luke begins to grind against me. His hands tightly squeeze my breasts. Then his fingers gently graze my nipples. That causes me to release a bit of liquid. I feel as if I peed a tiny bit.

Luke slowly moves from my lips to my jaw and then to my neck. I reach over to the night stand and i take one more swig from a bottle. This one tastes more cinnamon-y.

As I lay there enhanced in the sensation, my brain goes somewhere else. I begin to remember what Chris said. He was right—Luke doesn't want me to do anything because he'd be weak.

Luke slides his hands from my breasts to my stomach. Then he slides over my sweats and roughly pulls upward on my area.

"Fuck." We both say at the same time.

Luke continues that upward motion and i close my eyes to enjoy the rhythm.

"You're really wet." He whispers in my ear.

I feel this sensation building between my legs. It's like my body has gotten used to the rhythm. It almost feels like an itch is building and I just need him to itch it out for me.

"Sorry." I breathe out. "It just happened...randomly. Couldn't help it."

Luke lets out a laugh against my neck before kissing it once again.  Then he stops the motion down there.  The itching doesn't stop, however.  It only amplifies.

"Beatrice, we're taking your pants off."

I nod while sitting up and taking another swig.  Then I lay down once again.  Luke grabs the waistband and he pulls it down. I lift up my hips so he can slide it over my butt and then he takes them off my ankles.  He throws them on the ground. 

He crawls back over me.  This time he places his arm across my chest in a way to pin me down. His face remains inches away.

"I want you to watch me, okay?"

I nod slowly.

I feel him grab my knee with his other hand. It slowly slides up from my lower thigh, to mid thigh, and then to the inside of my upper left thigh. Then he trails over my area. It's similar to the motion he did over my sweats but this time it feels like it's only with a finger. This time, it feels as if there's more friction. I arch my back to put his finger on the area that itches. Suddenly he finds it and I feel the same liquid come out. I shut my eyes tight in embarrassment.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

I'm quickly interrupted by Luke pushing aside my underwear. I immediately feel something slimy down there. My eyes pop wide.

"Luke!" I say in urgency. I try to sit up but I can't. "Luke, I told you no sex."

He responds in a low tone. "It's just my finger, Babe. I still have pants on."

Shit, if that's a finger, then...Luke hits a spot as his finger slides around down there. It causes all my muscles to tense. Luke grows a smile on his face.

"I don't like you staring at me." I frown.

Luke doesn't break eye contact. "Why?"

I feel this pressure go inside my area. I try to sit up but his arm holds me down. I grab his sheets and I groan. Luke begins to take his finger out, but then he sticks it back in. He does this, building up insane friction. All the meanwhile, the rest of his hand hits the sensitive spot on the outside. I have to force myself to keep my eyes open.

"It's...just...weird..." I pant.

He doesn't respond to that. I start to hear a squishing sound as the pace builds. All I can focus on is the two sensations: the one on the outside and the one on the inside. The itching starts to become like a tingly spot. It starts to feel numb while also hypersensitive at the same time. I want to squirm away but I also want him to keep continuing.

"Relax, okay? Just focus on the feeling." Luke whispers.

His arm over my chest orientates to be vertical than horizontal. His hand reaches around my neck and applies a light pressure. At first I'm scared, but then the room gets light. I'm already light headed from the alcohol, but this just takes everything in the room away except the feeling between my legs.

I try to arch my back, but Luke's arm holds me down. The feeling makes me get so desperate. I feel like I'm almost there—that he's almost got it.

You probably don't even know how to make yourself orgasm.

I look down and I see my breasts. I see Luke's finger going in and out. I realize how much Luke has seen of me. The pleasure begins to fade and I feel it for what it really is. Pain starts to develop.

"Beatrice, stop.  Look at me." He grunts.

I tilt my head back up and I meet our eyes. "Pineapple pineapple pineapple."